You kinda realize when you cycle through the city during lockdown that so much of your society is non-essential and by extension frivolous. Everything was closed yesterday when I cycled through the city centre, bar a few places like the train station or the chemist. It shows you how your city is comprised: all these people promoting the non-essential wanting to get a piece of you. This is why we have so much advertising these days: because the essential does not need to be advertised (or, because the non-essential does). This is what our cities are nowadays when they're not massively monstrous and wasteful entities: cauldrons for the non-essential. And if you embed yourself in the non-essential for long enough, your spirit (your essence) departs, and you're left with a hollowed out creature that has a wholly false idea of who they are.
Does Glasgow still exist if there are no people in it? Buchanan Street.
Here and there, you will see lost souls staring into shop windows, almost clawing at their doors, like the zombies out of George A. Romero's Dawn of the Dead trying to get into the closed shopping mall. Gordon Street.
Central Station. Transport, whether we like it or not, is part of this whole problem, and as long as man relies on being carried like an eco-existential infant, his problems will continue to multiply. Get back into the local and your own locomotive force and the world will sort itself out.
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